comfort in a whistle theme song

sweet Andy Griffith has gone to rest.

my heart hurts a little, it does.

drake and i just watched an hour of tv coverage overflowing with gracious testaments to the 

american hero

he was.

i cried.

he cried.

not on purpose. just did.

and it's truly a coicidence that we are both here at home today, given our mutual love for the Andy Griffith show.

neither of us have typical "set" daytime work schedules, so we often find ourselves as unintentional night owls

perched on a couch each, flipping through the television channels...

searching for something, anything...

while the rest of the house is quiet.

9 times out of 10 

we curse and rant about how shitty television is. no matter the time of the day.

it's just junk, period.

then always,

always

we find refuge and delight in the 10:00 & 10:30pm Andy Griffth shows on WGN

and the 11:00 & 11:30pm back to back episodes on TBS

we go to bed with less grudge, a lighter heart and sure smile to reference over coffee the next morning.

I wrote this blog post nearly four years ago on September 11, 2008.  

It sure made me grin reading it again today:

*insert whistle theme song*

aight. confession time.

i love andy griffith.

seriously. he's old. he's cute. he's an american hero. and well, he's matlock AND the sheriff of mayberry for gods sake.

i never watched the andy griffith show much growing up. but tvland got the best of me in college & i caught back to back episodes at midnight.

still do today. most every night before i go to bed.

pallie chuckles on the inside and sometimes on the outside.

but never sticks around to watch with me.

i like the black & white episodes best.

why? who knows.

he's in the new brad paisley video and oh my, he just steals my heart.

mom cries when she sees his wrinkly hands.

we've watched it a time or four.

mr. prince used to always make references to the andy griffith show.

i get it now. i hope i can still relate life in today's world to life in tha 'berry one day too.

i confessed my love at the dinner table the other night.

my mom agreed.

my dad rolled his eyes.

then...

poked out his chest and proceeded to go on for 15 minutes about how everybody in every town, in every court, every juror and spectator asks if he's been on tv before...yep, they think he's matlock.

and he's right. he could be.

it's because they both have a "folkish" style, he said.

true, indeed.

a dying breed. unfortunately.

i'm not a bird fan much.

but if i ever got a parrot,

first thing i'd do is teach him the theme song whistle.

um,huh. sure would.